So last night, I lit a candle in my room for Kristelle. And I watched one of my favourite films, 'Pay it Forward'. It's about an 11 year old who wants to world to be a better place, so he invents an idea. Where he helps 3 people, in a big way. Something they can't do for themselves. And then they help 3 people, and they help 3 people. And it gets big really fast.

And at the end of the film, he tries to help a boy who's getting bullied, and the bully pulls out a knife, and stabs him, and he dies. And I had forgotten it ended like this, because I haven't seen in years. And I burst into tears, and then I remembered Kristelle again, and even though it was just a film, it just reflected how tragic it is that good people die, every day. Good people with huge hearts who want to do nothing but help people and make the world a better place.

And today, I read some more of Kristelles posts. And I found one, about her saving a bird that was stuck, and she explains her reason for doing it. She says...

"i just think like in this beautiful film where a young boy has an idea : one person help 3 persons(but something very important!!), each of these 3 persons must help 3 persons....... "

And I'm crying again.

that very post that you talk of, is the one post that made me and kris start pm'ing!!!!

I was just watching the stars in the sky tonight. I sat down in my garden and I lighted a candle up...just thinking about life, Kris and friends...consequences: I cried. I think I'll never live in the same way. It's an experience we have to learn about, we have to live the life stronger but how much is it difficult!?

Now i don't know whether i still want to go to the gig in paris The death of kris will definitely cast a shadow on the gig.

Go - Kris will want everyone to go and scream as loudly as possible for her! She may not be there in body, but I can guarantee she'll be there in spirit!!

You can't count on that for sure. I'm sure Kris wouldn't have wanted people to not go, she'd rather everyone came together. Because for that hour and a half that KT graces the stage, you're all there together as one unit. Kris would have wanted that, and she'll still be a part of it.

Now i don't know whether i still want to go to the gig in paris The death of kris will definitely cast a shadow on the gig.

Go - Kris will want everyone to go and scream as loudly as possible for her! She may not be there in body, but I can guarantee she'll be there in spirit!!

You can't count on that for sure. I'm sure Kris wouldn't have wanted people to not go, she'd rather everyone came together. Because for that hour and a half that KT graces the stage, you're all there together as one unit. Kris would have wanted that, and she'll still be a part of it.

definatley, and i reckon her spirit will be at each of kts gigs - she wouldnt want you to miss out on the tunstall live, she knew the joy of watching her play before her very eyes, she would never want anyone to miss out, especially not for her!

Imagine you and the Lord Jesus are walking down the road together. For much of the way, the Lord's footprints go along steadily, consistently, rarely varying the pace.

But your footprints are a disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops, turnarounds, circles, departures, and returns.

For much of the way, it seems to go like this, but gradually your footprints come more in line with the Lord's, soon paralleling His consistently.

You and Jesus are walking as true friends!

This seems perfect, but then an interesting thing happens: Your footprints that once etched the sand next to Jesus' are now walking precisely in His steps.

Inside His larger footprints are your smaller o ones, you and Jesus are becoming one.

This goes on for many miles, but gradually you notice another change. The footprints inside the large footprints seem to grow larger.

Eventually they disappear altogether. There is only one set of footprints. They have become one.

This goes on for a long time, but suddenly the second set of footprints is back. This time it seems even worse! Zigzags all over the place. Stops. Starts. Gashes in the sand. A variable mess of prints.

You are amazed and shocked.

Your dream ends. Now you pray:

"Lord, I understand the first scene, with zigzags and fits. I was a new Christian; I was just learning. But You walked on through the storm and helped me learn to walk with You."

"That is correct."

"And when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours, I was actually learning to walk in Your steps, following You very closely."

"Very good.. You have understood everything so far."

When the smaller footprints grew and filled in Yours, I suppose that I was becoming like You in every way."

"Precisely."

"So, Lord, was there a regression or something? The footprints separated, and this time it was worse than at first."

There is a pause as the Lord answers, with a smile in His voice

"You didn't know? It was then that we danced!"

To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven: A time to weep, a time to laugh, a time to mourn, and a time to dance.